Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) (19 page)

One slap on her right hip and buttocks brought her up short. She froze in place, afraid to move. It wasn’t Quinn’s hand so it had to be Master Josh’s large paw. Brisk, no nonsense smacks fell with precision and accurately covered the whole of her bottom. The assault that landed on her achy bottom was leather. It was a well-used belt, she could tell. The feel of the leather told her it was the same leather that had comforted her earlier. This time however it was not comforting, it hurt.

“Master Josh, why are you spanking me so hard?”

“Are you supposed to speak?” asked Josh.

“Sorry, sir, but it hurts, a lot.”

“Good to know. I don’t have to adjust anything. Since you aren’t going to mind your dom and keep quiet, I should have you do something with your mouth.”

“What? Yellow, Sir.”

Master Josh laughed. “Count, brat, count. Do you still want your yellow card?”

“No, sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Good, Start now.”

Another stinging slap rang crisply through the air. “One, Sir.”

After twenty more, Master Josh stopped and moved, squatting down in front of Cheyenne. “You’ve done well, little one. I sometimes forget what other subs can take since Susie is such a handful and has masochist tendencies. I don’t comfort right away after punishment until I end the evening. That’s your Sir’s domain, however, so I will leave you a little comfort if your dom allows.” He kissed her cheek and stood, walking away from her.

He evidently did, as the next thing she felt was soft as a warm breeze. It was a flogger with the most delicious touch. With extreme skill, the strands were swished over and over her body, as she slid into the warmth that surrounded her. She was aroused as she had been with the first floggers but this was enveloping her, consuming her. She never knew when he stopped.

Quinn, thankfully always attuned to her needs and changes, must have noticed she was not being distracted. He rubbed her legs, bottom, and the little mountain divide in the center of her now glowing red globes. At first, she whimpered when he placed his finger to trace the great divide from her lower back down the center of her glowing red bottom to her lush treasure and back again.

Cheyenne couldn’t help but wiggle and Quinn placed his hand on the small of her back, rubbing to help relax her, seeing exhaustion was setting in. She responded in a needy way, trying to move her bottom to where she wanted his hands and received two stinging swats for that wanton effort. She whined.

He walked up to her ear and said, “I’m Top, sweetie. We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Right now, let me take care of you.” Cheyenne groaned and she heard Quinn whisper, “Naughty
piscín
.”

He returned to her dark entrance more aggressively now. She couldn’t help but try to resist the back door pressure. She wanted to avoid any resistance to her Sir, but it was not possible. Abruptly, he stopped applying pressure and introduced something in her vagina. It was rubbery and filled her but not as much as she imagined Quinn would. Still it was more than she was used to having there. She hadn’t had real sex in over two years and she felt full, stretched.

Now he was putting pressure on her anus and she gave over to it. Her pussy’s intruder was sending jolts of excitement to her groin, pulsing and causing her muscles to contract almost painfully. Just as she had begun to deal with her body’s reaction to the pulsing party in her woman’s bits, Cheyenne felt the plug smoothly inserted and settled into place.

To calm her straining to push it back out, his hand moved to her clit for a little TLC there. As she wiggled she felt several sharp slaps to her inner thighs, Quinn’s typical signal to spread her legs and after adjusting the straps, he spread her legs a bit more before returning to her bottom. Keeping the fireworks at bay was driving her mad with desperation.

“Cheyenne, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” she panted.

“Good. Listen to me. I’m going to finish your punishment now and then I’m going to love you some before we call this done.”

“Sir?”

“What,
mo ghrá
?”

“Umm, you aren’t going to bring me to… Mmm, I mean, you aren’t going to… Well, you know. Not… play with me. Not all the way, right? I mean… I want you to, but… ”

“I told you I was waiting for our wedding day to take all the full complement of treasures you have for me. However, climax, you bet. You’re going to come right here, screaming my name.”

“But, Sir,” she whispered, “we aren’t private.”

“
Mhuirnín
, as far as you are concerned, we are the only two here. Mind me, baby. Trust me to give you what you need and I think you’re so worn out that you need me to finish you and then take you home.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“
Cailín maith
. Good girl, here we go, baby.”

His “good girl” gave her a little thrill and brought her comfort that she needed. She settled in for him to do his magic. As he finished his words, she felt the rubber paddle Master Lars had used. He laid ten hard swats to her already well-spanked bottom. While she could handle the many swats of varying intensity with some time and his ministration in between, these were meant to finish business and Cheyenne cried in earnest. She was crying for the release and for the care Quinn always showed her. She was nearly exhausted and the paddle hurt.

“Now I’m taking your blindfold off so keep your eyes closed so you can slowly get used to the light. I’m lowering our lights in this area to help you relax and orient before I play a little. It’s just a little extra help to bring you to completion. Are you ready,
piscín
? Here, drink the rest of this before we go on.”

While Cheyenne continued to resist drinking water, Quinn had ensured she drank by making her over the course of the evening take sips. After an hour, she was still nursing the same bottle of water. She took a sip.

Frustration in his voice, he said, “Cheyenne, I’m tired of telling you there is no choice in drinking this water. Drink the rest of this bottle, now.”

Cheyenne took stock of the tone, voice, words, but couldn’t control the brat in her.

“But I just don’t like water.”

“The appropriate answer is ‘Yes, sir’ unless you’re looking for another twenty with the paddle.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I can’t believe you’re still challenging me, little girl.”

She shook her head. “I don’t mean to but sometimes I get irritated when you make me do things I don’t like.”

“Sir. Well, you
will
like what I make you do next, after you drink up. And do
not
roll your eyes at me.” Cheyenne giggled.

Quinn waited for her to finish the water and then went about sensually arousing her with feathers, tantalizing her arms. He used a rabbit/vampire glove that she loved too much to be any type of punishment soft and sharp. She loved the sensation play. Then he used the flogger Master Josh had used to take her to Shangri-La. Finally, the dance his lips and hands were doing on her whole psyche would have been incredible to watch if she hadn’t climaxed, hard, in front of the onlookers. She made her normal desperate sounds but true to his prediction, Cheyenne screamed Quinn’s name.

As she recovered from her nuclear event, he began again. She was astounded at how quickly she felt herself start the ascension again. Floating effortlessly, he made and held eye contact, watching her eyes as they glazed over succumbing to another deliberately profound climax. It seemed to go on and on until she had burned through all her remaining energy. Her pelvis was vibrating and her pussy was weeping a river of happy tears.

Her clit was extremely swollen and sensitive to even the airflow of the vent. Even her bottom hole was spasming so hard that he had to soothe her muscles to stop the contracting. Finally, he removed her anal plug, her vaginal device having slipped out long ago. She was crying but from total submission, release and exhaustion.

* * *

Quinn hugged her close for a moment before letting her go. He gave her some very salty pretzels dipped in chocolate when he sat her bundled in a warm blanket to watch him police his area of play. One of the members who owned a bakery made pretzels extra salty then dipped in assorted chocolates just for aftercare. Quinn worried that Cheyenne was going to get leg cramps and he wanted to try to avoid them. His strategy was getting her to eat the extra salt would make her thirsty enough to drink the water and between the two, avoid cramps. The chocolate was to entice her to eat them.

Until tonight, he hadn’t noticed that she was never drinking water. He chastised himself for missing that important cue. Health and fluid consumption were a problem along with her losing too much weight. He put it on his list to monitor a bit more and create healthy boundaries for her. This girl was still so very haphazard in her habits at times. He had slowly redirected her choices over the last two years. Obviously there were a few more to work on.

He took his toys, bagged them for the sterilizer, and used their hospital grade sterilizing wipes for the room. Then he called over the follow-up crew and asked for another blanket, two cold bottles of water, and turned the play area over to them to do the final sterilization so another couple could play. As he was cleaning his area, several members came over, including Master Josh to discuss the scene. Quinn bowed out of more than the cursory conversation because he needed to get Cheyenne through some aftercare now that she was beginning to relax a bit and notice her surroundings.

“That scene was pretty intense at times. You sure know your girl, there.”

“I was pushing her boundaries plenty tonight. I don’t understand her as much as I want to, but I think we got past the trust and obey me lesson I meant to teach, so the rest should be easy.” Shaking his head with an accompanying grin, Quinn walked off to Master Josh’s laughter. Scooping Cheyenne up without any effort, he deposited her on his lap in the corner of a leather love seat to cuddle.

“Can we go home now?” she murmured. “I’m so, so sorry that I came without you. I have learned my lesson to obey you because it’s for my own protection and I do trust you. You know, I thought I did before, but it’s somehow different now. After tonight, I mean. You kept me safe. I didn’t use my word, even when I started to panic, because I knew you were watching me and you were always careful with me.”

“Thank you,
piscín
. No more apologizing now. I don’t like it when you sound like you’re begging. I don't need it. We are going to sit here and put everything back in place and then, when we are all ready, I’ll take you home.”

After a few moments of watching Cheyenne grimace as her muscles tightened, Quinlan decided that he was not getting through to her enough. He needed her to talk to him and tell him more. Moreover, he needed her to rely on his judgment.

“I need to discuss some things with you, baby, like the fact that you’re not taking in enough fluid and not eating these pretzels I gave you to avoid leg cramps. You’re still very stubborn,
piscín
.”

“I know. I’m just not a fan of water. And I don’t like salt much either.”

“And it seems that you don’t like food much at all since I have been gone,
piscín.
” Quinn decided to open the discussion to understand her better while she was relaxed and her guard was down. “Care to explain?”

“Umm… what are you talking about? I eat all the time, you know me.”

Quinn knew her all right and he knew that she was trying to hold herself up straighter and to physically take back some of the control, right this minute. Something Quinlan was not going to allow until he got what he wanted from her, the truth. A simple cocking of the eyebrow was Cheyenne’s cue to start talking fast or the methods for extracting information was not going to be as easy to handle as merely saying the words.

“Well, I just quit eating sweets. That’s all. That’s healthy, right?” Defiance was the frosting on this little cake she was trying to serve Quinn and he well knew it.

“And?”

“And… I started walking.”

At that, Quinlan laughed. “Sweetheart, you need to learn how to lie better because you’re not going to sit here and tell me that a woman who would not consider exercising with her soon to be husband or anyone else has decided to do that now. Try again, and this time, the truth and all of it, young lady.”

“Fine. I ate mostly salads and drank diet cola. I just wanted there to be less of me and for you to be proud of me in my wedding dress. It was a size too small but not now,” Cheyenne finished with a triumphant smile.

“Cheyenne, I love you as you are. I want you rounded in all the right places, and not skin and bones. You’re beautiful to me and I love how you feel. I love to pat this luscious bottom and you fit me perfectly. How much did you lose?”

“Just enough weight that I have plenty of room to move in my dress.” Looking at Quinn, Cheyenne bit her lower lip and said, “Fine, ten pounds.”

Quinn chuckled, “Even after all of this tonight, you’re still trying to top from the bottom, Cheyenne. You’ve lost more than that and by the time we get home, you will have told me of your own volition. After we get home, we will weigh you and you will not lose another pound. And we are talking about your penchant to top from the bottom, climbing over me sometimes to do it. Do you hear me?”